Post by wionasfate on May 25, 2007 22:05:37 GMT -5
Sarah glanced around her new high school. Grade nine, the beginning. She clutched her books tightly to her sky blue tee. It was her favourite shirt, one that she a had bought in her old town, the last time she would ever seen that mall again. How she missed Anna. She was always in a good mood, and always knew the right thing to say. A tennis ball flew centimers away from her rather large nose. She was wandering. Yup, totally lost. She averted her gaze to the little paper in her hand. 'Locker number: 6245 combination: 47-33-18.' It said. She looked at the closest locker number. '1287' Great. So... Where is my locker? At the other end of the school?? She continued walking down the hall, the locker numbers descending, instead of going up. Her eyes shot back to the little paper in her fist, and she read it again. It hadn't changed.
"Oh, sorry," a male voice said as she bonked into him.
"No.. It's my fault. I'm lost! Do you know when locker 6245 is?" she mumbled, looking up into the guy's face. Woah. He was a whole head taller then her, and last time she checked, she was 5'4!
He looked down into her lilac eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do. It's right beside mine!" he spoke kindly, his voice traced with a hint of a chuckle.
As he lead her through the many halls, they started a conversation. "So, I'm assuming you are a freshman based on your lack of purpose?" he asked.
"Bingo," she replied, brushing a strand of her naturally wavy, brown,waist length hair behind her ear.
"By the way, I'm Troy. Junior. You know, you could pull off being a junior. You sure look older then 14." She blushed as he said that. You know, he was kind of attractive, with his dirty blond hair, sparkling emerald eyes, and tanned complexion. She suddenly became nervous and her face grew hot.
"Umm.. thanks.." she managed to mumble.
"Here we are!" he declared, showing her her locker. She read the number. Sure enough, it said 6245.
"Th-thanks.." She put in the combo and pulled down on the lock. It didn't open. Of course not! Why would the lock do a silly thing like open for her?
After a few more attempts, still no success. Troy reached for her lock, his hand brushing against her own ivory one. He gave her a kind smile. "Let me help," he glanced at the paper and put the combination in the lock. It opened easily. Of course. The locker door swung open, an odd smell coming out of it. She scrunched up her nose.
She threw her bag in and went to put all her books on the top shelf. At once. And ta-da, every single one except the one on the bottom crashed to the floor. She bent down to pick up her books, Troy's hand brushing against hers again as he helped her. They put her books in one by one, finishing just as the warning bell rang. She grabbed the needed books and closed her locker. "Room 204 is..?" she asked him. He pointed down the hall. "Not too far from here," he replied. She nodded her thanks and headed in that direction.
An abandoned book tripped her, and she crashed to the ground. He offered her his hand, and she timidly took it, Troy pulling her up with strong arms. His gaze lingered on her for a moment. "I didn't catch your name," he murmured. "Sarah.. " she replied. She scurried off to class, mind filled with thoughts of this nice new friend. Nice, new, cute friend.
"Oh, sorry," a male voice said as she bonked into him.
"No.. It's my fault. I'm lost! Do you know when locker 6245 is?" she mumbled, looking up into the guy's face. Woah. He was a whole head taller then her, and last time she checked, she was 5'4!
He looked down into her lilac eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do. It's right beside mine!" he spoke kindly, his voice traced with a hint of a chuckle.
As he lead her through the many halls, they started a conversation. "So, I'm assuming you are a freshman based on your lack of purpose?" he asked.
"Bingo," she replied, brushing a strand of her naturally wavy, brown,waist length hair behind her ear.
"By the way, I'm Troy. Junior. You know, you could pull off being a junior. You sure look older then 14." She blushed as he said that. You know, he was kind of attractive, with his dirty blond hair, sparkling emerald eyes, and tanned complexion. She suddenly became nervous and her face grew hot.
"Umm.. thanks.." she managed to mumble.
"Here we are!" he declared, showing her her locker. She read the number. Sure enough, it said 6245.
"Th-thanks.." She put in the combo and pulled down on the lock. It didn't open. Of course not! Why would the lock do a silly thing like open for her?
After a few more attempts, still no success. Troy reached for her lock, his hand brushing against her own ivory one. He gave her a kind smile. "Let me help," he glanced at the paper and put the combination in the lock. It opened easily. Of course. The locker door swung open, an odd smell coming out of it. She scrunched up her nose.
She threw her bag in and went to put all her books on the top shelf. At once. And ta-da, every single one except the one on the bottom crashed to the floor. She bent down to pick up her books, Troy's hand brushing against hers again as he helped her. They put her books in one by one, finishing just as the warning bell rang. She grabbed the needed books and closed her locker. "Room 204 is..?" she asked him. He pointed down the hall. "Not too far from here," he replied. She nodded her thanks and headed in that direction.
An abandoned book tripped her, and she crashed to the ground. He offered her his hand, and she timidly took it, Troy pulling her up with strong arms. His gaze lingered on her for a moment. "I didn't catch your name," he murmured. "Sarah.. " she replied. She scurried off to class, mind filled with thoughts of this nice new friend. Nice, new, cute friend.